I do not own the Disney characters named herein, and am only using them for a nonprofit tale meant to entertain only.

Kim Possible: Rogue

By LJ58

20

"Captain, what just happened," the ensign asked, his stomach still roiling over the sudden transition that had them miles from the small North Atlantic island they had been about to bombard.

"Damned if I know," the balding man swore as he stared around the at the unlikely sight of chunks of ice in the obviously frigid waters. "Someone get me Sat-Com, and find out where we are?"

"What did they hit us with," one of his junior officers complained, still rubbing his eyes. "One minute we were… Is that….ice," he blurted, frowning as he stared past the thick safety glass at the nearby white mound rising out of the sea not too far from their starboard bow.

"All engines, full stop," the captain shouted. "All vessels, comply. I want everyone dead in the water until we know where we are, and what happened," the man ordered. "And someone get me Sat-Com!"

"Still trying to reestablish our security protocols, sir," a man shouted back.

"Captain Kolanski," a man at the navigator's post exclaimed. "If this is right…. We…. We were sent over fifteen hundred kilometers in the blink of an eye."

"Status check. I want everything, and everybody assessed now," Ian Kolanski demanded, knowing he was very far in over his head just now. "And make sure all our ships are still viable!"

"I'm on it," his executive officer replied, and headed for the hatch.

Ian turned back to the ports, and stared out at the icy landscape to one side of his fleet.

"What the hell did we stumble into here?"

"Captain, I'm getting a message from Admiral Davis in D.C.," his radio operator exclaimed.

"Well, spit it out," the stunned man demanded.

"Sir, you're not going to believe this. He said….the world is under attack. We're to move to Bransfield, and set up a blockade on an alien outpost at once."

"Alien….outpost," Captain Kolanski echoed, his eyes rounding as he remembered the last aliens he had seen. "Not again."

"Further orders to come, but we're told to support Kim Possible when she starts infiltrating the base."

"Possible," he frowned all the more. "Isn't she dead?"

"Apparently not, sir," the man replied, holding out his transcription.

Ian took the small sheet of paper, and scanned what he had already been told.

"All right," he said, accepting the authorizing codes as genuine. "Turn us starboard, and give me half steam. Send word to the fleet. We're going to dust us some aliens," he said grimly even as he checked his radio operator's eyes, and noted they did not have the orange rings in them the missive mentioned.

Then he recalled his X-O wore sunglasses a lot of late.

All the time, in fact.

"Riker," he called to his security chief, blatantly checking his eyes before he handed him the paper. "Read them, and then go check on Baxter. Sweep the entire ship. Personally," he growled.

The man eyed the paper, his own hazel eyes rounding briefly, then eyed the captain.

"I'll start at once, sir," and signaled to his own men on the bridge, checking their eyes even as he did.

Especially anyone with eyewear.

"All hands, battle stations," Ian shouted into the ship wide intercom a moment later. "Repeat, battle stations. This is not a drill. I say again, not a drill."

Ian had never liked those klaxons despite years of being a sailor, but just then, he felt as if they were ripping right through him. He just hoped they weren't going to be another death knell for his men, the way they had been when those giants had attacked a few years back.

KP

"Gott in Himmel," Demenz shouted, his stomach roiling as he suddenly found himself on a sunlit island in front of a large villa. "Was ist….?"

"No time for long speeches, gentlemen," Senor Senior cut in as he came out of the house. "Ronald," he nodded at the lean ninja in the center of the group. "I have all the equpiment ready, and I believe we have more than enough for everyone," the old man added as he pointed at a mound. "The boys say they will transport you as soon as you are ready. In fifteen minutes."

"Good. Have you heard….?"

"Kimberly and Shego have both reached the outpost, and are already engaging the enemy. Whatever happens next, the world will have to open its eyes to the real threat we're facing now."

"Good. All right, people. You know what we know. You volunteered. There is clothing, and weapons there," he pointed at the mound of provisions. "Gear up. In fifteen minuts, we are going to start fighting back," he told them all.

Dementor was one of the first to reach the weapons, ignoring the clothing.

"Better get something warm," Ron told him. "We're going south for this one. Very, very south."

Two, thick bushy brows rose, but Dementor made no comment as he eyed the stacks of rail guns, and energy blasters before him.

"And you must be Hego," Senor Senior was saying to the large, bluish man with thick, tousled hair. "Your sister left you something," he said, and held out a small suitcase. Inside, Hego found four costumes.

"My sister is part of this," Hego asked.

"She's been the only resistance all this time. It's why they're trying to kill her," Ron told him. "So, ready to get some of our own back?"

"More than ready," Hego growled. "Boys?"

"Go, Team Go," Mego said in a low, almost ominous tone.

"What he said," the twins said, looking as grim as Ron had ever seen them.

"Gear up, and get ready. We're going to be jumping into the middle of a firestorm if half what we're expecting is true," Ron told them as they each took their own distinctive uniforms from the suitcase.

"I may not have energy blasts," Hego said grimly, flexing his big fists. "But I don't need them. No one has ever seen my full strength. Yet."

"I've learned a few new tricks, too," Mego said quietly.

"Well, we're taking some guns," Wego declared. "Just in case."

"Got any bows," a lean, smirking man with golden hair, and the start of a goatee asked.

"Bows," Ron asked.

"I'm good with one. Really good. Not so good with guns," the man admitted.

"Seven minutes," Bonnie came out to announce, seeing the barely orderly chaos as the badly organized group pawed over the available resources prepared for the diverse group. "You guys better finish getting ready."

Ron flipped his ninja tunic around, and inverted the sides, suddenly wearing a white covering.

"Ready," he said, even as the other ninja with him that had joined Yori and Hiro did the same.

Bonnie just rolled her eyes.

"Better stand back, dear," Senor Senior told her as Bonnie just stared at the unlikely gathering. "I rather doubt you want to be caught in where they're going."

"God, no," Bonnie grumbled. "I much prefer the Tropics."

Ron couldn't help but grin at that one.

Keep everyone safe," he nodded her way. Then Bonnie realized he wasn't speaking to her. He was looking behind her, at the little ninja kid that was his sister.

"Really? You actually think one little girl can….."

"The Han is more than she seems," Hirotaka told her blandly.

Too blandly.

Bonnie looked from the former teen hottie she admittedly remembered rather fondly, and back at Hana Stoppable.

There was nothing that really stood out about the little girl.

Unless you looked into her eyes.

Something, Bonnie realized, about her eyes really made you stare.

"Be careful, Ronnie," Hana called back to him.

"No big," he smiled now, and nodded back.

Just as the air began to shimmer, and a faint, by now familiar hum began to grow.

"Get ready," Yori called out.

"Oh, I am being ready," Dementor, in a thick parka, and boots over his prison uniform smiled coldly as he lifted two plasma launchers that now boasted grenade launchers he had just converted to fire mini-missiles. "No one takes Professor Dementor's world! No one but Professor Dementor," he shouted just a bit manically before he vanished.

"What a loon," Bonnie exclaimed.

"I've seen worse," Hana murmured, and turned to go back inside.

"I daresay we all have," Senor Senior sighed even as Junior walked into the main room, and asked, "What was all that hubbub, father? And why is our lawn such a mess?"

KP

"Still on our trail," Drew exclaimed. "They're still on our tail!"

"Well, start shooting," Robbie shouted from his post, hanging tightly to the seat he had strapped himself into as Dr. Possible proved he knew more than a few things about flying as he sent the rocket in a bizarre variety of spins, loops, and turns to evade the five incoming vessels that had yet to even try to contact them.

Unless one counted the missiles and lasers being fired at them once they were close enough.

"That's hard to do when I can't even lock on with all this mad jumping aobut," Drew protested, a large bruise on his temple indicative of the fact he had not been strapped in as tightly as Robbie at the first.

"Just getting a feel for the girl," James told Drew. "And I think I have their measure now. They're using first-gen shuttles, which aren't as maneuverable, or as fast. Ready to shoot back?"

"I would if you stood still for more than three seconds," Drew complained. "Honestly, you fly worse than Shego!"

"I'll tell you said so," James Possible quipped knowingly.

"God, no! Are you trying to get me hurt!"

"Just get ready. I'm diving at the planet, and when I pull up, I'm betting they won't have the same speed and maneuverability to do the same thing. That's our window, so get ready. Hopefully, if we take out a few of these guys, the rest will leave us alone."

Drew only shook his head.

"Such naiveté," Drew sighed.

For once, Robbie had to agree with Lipski. In the real world, you didn't stop shooting until no one else was standing. If you did, it was a very good way to get shot yourself.

"Just give me the shot, Possible," Drew told him curtly when James glared their way. "I'll handle the negotiating."

"Then get ready, because here we go," James told him, pointing the nose of the rocket straight down at the planet in violation of all laws of physics, or aerodynamics.

"They're still following us like lemmings," Robbie reported, keeping an eye on the now seven ships following them.

"Good," Drew grinned, lining up the laser canons when he began to see the validity of Dr. Possible's ploy.

"Remember, go for the engines. Without propulsion, they can't follow us."

"I know how to disable a ship," Drew growled, and howled when James suddenly inverted the ship, all but flipping it over so violently that even the gyros couldn't immediately compensate.

"Now! Fire," Robbie shouted.

Drew shouted again, and targeted the two lead ships, causing two massive blooms of silent fire to explode before them.

"That wasn't disabling fire," James protested.

"Nonsense," Drew shot back, targeting a fourth ship trying to pull back even as a third erupted in flame. "Look, they're very disabled."

"Drew…..!"

"Look, how was I to know they were so…..explosive? Honestly, they must be packed with volatile fuel, munitions, or something," he shrugged.

James glowered, but said nothing as he now sped away from the surviving three ships that faltered midway through their attempted evasion of their laser fire, and their own need to evade such an abrupt atmospheric entry.

"What now," Robbie asked. "Looks like they aren't trying to follow any longer."

"By now, Ronald must be on the moon base. I would say our value as a distraction at this point is done."

"So, where, too," the Hench asked.

"Antarctica, obviously," James said, angling the rocket so they flew down along the curve of the globe. "My Kimmie is still out there fighting for her life. You don't honestly think I'm letting her face those things alone again, do you," James Possible demanded of them.

Drew groaned.

"This was not part of the plan," he complained.

"Sure it is," James smiled. "This is the part I didn't tell anyone about, because I didn't feel like arguing over what I was going to do anyway."

"Makes sense to me," Robbie sighed, and rechecked his shoulder straps. "Better get those missiles ready, too, Doc. Looks like we aren't through yet."

"You do know I was hoping to avoid things like this after I retired? I was finished with exploding explosion, and crazy Possibles. Finished, I tell you."

"You'll be finished after my Kimmie-cub is home safe," James shot back.

"What about us," Drew demanded.

James looked utterly serious when he dead-panned, "What about us?"

KP

"Then let's knock, shall we," Kim asked as she fired several of her mini-bombs from a grenade launcher she had attached to the rail gun she carried.

The grating of heavy steel on steel could be heard in the wake of the resulting explosions that shattered the ice, and cracked half the dome that served as a façade for the real alien facility under the icepack. Even as the women stared, the ground itself opened as two, massive slaps opened by sliding back, and revealing twin ramps up which marched dozens of armed troops in cold-weather gear.

Shego grinned, and nodded at her redheaded partner.

"Playtime, Princess," she growled as her already glowing hands flared brightly, knowing that kim knew her tone was anything but playful as she began to run.

Kim was right behind her.

Then beside her.

She fired one-handed into the mass, ducking and tumbling away from the return fire, and somehow not getting hit.

Shego just bulled forward, closing with the nearest cannon fodder with a scream of fury as she unleashed her plasma while punching and kicking her way through the first ranks.

Even as she did, she realized the ranks weren't thinning as expected.

"Where are all these guys coming from," she complained as paused long enough to see that an unending horde continued to march up out of the open hatches now exposed to view.

"Never mind. We have to reach that generator, and shut down anything else they have," Kim shouted back from not far away, pausing to fire on a man aiming some kind of rocket at Shego's back before she again focused on those men nearest her.

"Easier…..said than done," Shego complained, going back to punching and kicking with the full might of her unleashed plasma behind each blow.

It put down anyone she hit, but there more and more coming.

"This…..is the part where….we could use those reinforcements," Kim agreed, and barely blocked a long, alien spear aimed at her back, even as others kept firing at her.

While her battle-suit's force field was keeping the lasers, or usual projectiles from reaching her, she had already noticed those alien spears had the uncanny ability to go right through the energy field that protected her.

Something her attackers had already noticed, too, since more and more of them were surrounding her with those weapons as they now tried to swarm her just as they had back on the desert planet.

Which only fueled Kim's growing anger that rose with her frustration to reach those open hatches that seemed just out reach.

"Shego," she shouted, and threw up four small objects that arched up, and down toward one of the hatches. "Full burn," she yelled even as Shego tracked the devices.

The green-skinned woman understood at once.

"Blow ''em," she shouted, her plasma flaring out to surround her entire body, scorching more than a few of her attackers as the snow and ice melted instantly around her feet, turning the hard earth in soggy mud.

The four objects hit the ground amidst the newest reinforcements, and when Kim stabbed a button on the side of her Kimmunicator, the four, simultaneous explosions rocked the entire vicinity as men screamed, and something metal groaned before whatever held the platform open failed, and that open hole collapsed as smoke billowed up out of the resulting crater.

Kim intensified the force-field long enough to survive the explosions, and by the time it faded, half the men nearest that side were dead, or dying. More than a few were dazed, or all but out on their feet. Unfortunately, there were still literally dozens coming out of that other side, and they looked all the more fierce after pausing to see what had befallen their peers.

Three men in black armor came at her, all carrying large spears, and all aimed at her chest.

She prepared herself even as she realized more were coming in from the left, and right. She didn't dare look behind her as she didn't try to evade them, but raced forward to face them head-on.

Even as she was about to close, a flash of blue filled her peripheral vision to the left, and she couldn't help but glance that way as she saw a long, elongated sword slice through bodies and weapons before spinning in midair, and flying back to an outstretched hand.

Even as she tracked that hand to a body, a flash of a rail gun cut down more of the attackers around her, and a manic laughed filled the air as she heard a very familiar voice bellow. She gaped as she realized that even without the helmed, she knew that man short, squat man in a parka carrying two modified rail guns that all but screamed, "Now you vill feel the wrath of Professor Dementor!"

"About time, Stoppable," Shego grinned as she looked past the ninja, and saw a flash of blue that belonged to another as bodies literally went flying even as the pound of flesh on flesh echoed like thunder from nearby.

"Had to stop to suit up the troops," Ron grinned, and sent out the Lotus Blade again. "So, what's the sitch," he grinned at Kim."

"We haven't been able to get close. They keep pouring more bodies than we can handle out of that hole," she complained, pausing to kick and punch more than few more bodies herself, having already spent the ammo in her weapons, and now reduced to just her usual tricks.

Then they heard a rumbling.

"Uh-oh," Shego muttered, seeing the barrel of something coming up out of the still intact passage that apparently was part of something much bigger judging from the way the enemy were scattering to let it pass.

An unexpected benefit was that it did cut off the flow of fresh men to the enemy ranks just then, giving the newcomers a chance to actually push forward. And considering the drive of many of those that had been incarcerated, quite a few of them were being quite effective. Even the guy using just a bow was picking off the more dangerous snipers without any trouble. His aim, Kim realized, was nothing short of uncanny.

"Holy…..crap," Shego exclaimed as the tank kept coming.

The barrel was long, thick, and looked bad enough.

The body of the tank, for that was all you could call it, was obviously heavily armored, and whatever drove it was hidden under heavy steel plates so there was no way to reach the wheels to stop it. Five shorter barrels studded the surface of the domelike tank, and all five were aimed forward.

"Okay, I might need help on this one."

"I've got it," Hego shouted, and rushed forward, slamming powerful fists into the front of the domed armor.

The reverberation was deafening, but it barely slowed the metal beast.

"I repeat," Shego complained, ducking as one of those turrets tracked her. "Holy crap!"

"Hit it again," a newcomer shouted at Hego. "Together," he said, racing up beside the man, and slamming his entire body, fists first, into the same spot. "Again," he shouted, and Hego grinned, and slammed his fists into the tank again even as the stranger hit once more.

This time, the metal buckled, and Hego grinned as he grabbed one side of the warped panel before him, and the innocuous man in jeans and a tee that didn't seem to feel the cold grabbed the other.

"Make a wish," Hego suggested, and tugged with all his comet-spawned might.

The man nodded, and pulled, too.

The metal, already breached, tore with a deafening squeal of protesting metal.

Both men stared into the tank at the four men in black Henchco uniforms, and Hego's eyes narrowed on one of them.

"Shall we try this without the toys," Hego asked him.

The man wailed his protest even as Hego reached for him.

"Shego," Kim shouted, having reached the side of the stalled tank that now sealed off any other reinforcements from that avenue. "We have to get inside. Let's go."

"Right behind you, Princess," Shego shouted, and all but bulled her way forward through the faltering lines now to reach her side.

Unfortunately, more men were now coming up from the other side as they had apparently found, or made a path, and were once more pouring out that hatch.

"Go," Hego shouted at them. "We'll keep them busy here," he told his sister with a grim nod.

"Incoming aircraft," someone shouted. "They're not ours!"

Someone screamed as the delta-winged shapes began to strafe the island, and more than a few of the men and women that had arrived with Ron were cut down.

"Everyone with shield, cover the others," Ron shouted.

"I'm on it," the man with Hego shouted, and impossibly launched himself into the air, and flew after one of the alien fighters.

Hego couldn't help but gape as the man not only caught it, but flung it around and around before sending it tumbling into another, sending both crashing into the frigid seas.

"Damn," Ron rasped, pausing to gape himself. "And I thought Kim could do the impossible!"

"Stoppable, behind you," Mego suddenly appeared as if from thin air.

Even as Ron spun, he saw Mego launch himself at two of the bigger aliens in their blank humanoid form, and grabbed both by their shoulders. And instant later, all three vanished. But only for an instant.

Mego was suddenly back, and he smirked, "Don't worry about stepping on anyone, they deserve it."

"Good job," Ron just nodded, and turned to look toward the tank.

"Where'd Kim go," he shouted at Hego who was wading back into the fight after ensuring the tank wasn't going anywhere else.

"Inside," Hego yelled back, punching a man in armor so hard the armor cracked even as the man flew up, and through the air to splash into the sea.

He didn't float.

Ron glanced around for all of a second, and then raced for the passage.

"Hold them, Hego. I'm going after Kim."

"We got it," Hego assured him, another of the fighters overhead going down even as American Raptors now screamed over the island, engaging the other fighters even as they realized American Marines were racing across the icepack toward them.

"About time," someone complained, and then everyone focused on the fight, because they all knew it was far from over.

To Be Continued…..